Gunpowder smoke hung over the city of Gaizhou, and shining bayonets flashed in the morning sun.

The shouts of killing reverberated in every corner of the city.

Amid the screams of despair, the battle in Gaizhou City had come to an end.

……

When it was all over, in the choking smell of gunpowder in the streets, there were angry shouts of officers and soldiers, they grabbed a few surrendered Jiannu, and did not pay attention to whether they did not understand their words, directly kicked their knees, and in the cry of pain, they knelt in a line, and then someone pulled their braids, and another man with a large knife stood behind them and cut off their heads with a knife.

"Official, the official spares his life......"

Despite their constant begs for mercy, the deaf ones kept swinging their knives and cutting off their heads.

"Damn, that's how you cut off our heads in the first place, thousands of people, tens of thousands of heads, like cutting leeks, and they were cut off all at once......"

Holding a big knife in his hand, Sun Maocai cried and shouted at the same time.

"Kill, I'm going to kill you all this time."

"Official, official, I, I'm Han......"

"You're a traitor!"

With the sound of a broken bone, the head rolled to the ground like a ball, and the blood gushing out from the broken neck was like a fountain in Dalian Square, splashing several feet away.

Blood gushes like a spring, and the spring disperses like mist.

In the choking smell of gunpowder, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, so thick that it was thick, and it was even suffocating.

But no one stepped in to stop this, and almost everyone turned a blind eye to it.

The good Han people have all been killed by Jiannu, and the living have long forgotten benevolence. They are more primitive, they believe that tooth for tooth, blood for blood is the truth of the world.

The so-called forgiveness...... Only the dead are forgivable!

……

For a whole day, Zhu Guoqiang was observing the attack in Huwei Town, and he was very satisfied with the performance of the soldiers, especially the performance of the soldiers in hand-to-hand combat, in this era of "bullets are stupid, bayonets are heroes", bayonets can even determine the outcome of the war, let alone now, even two hundred years later. Let's tell a joke - it was not foreign guns and foreign cannons that defeated the Qing army, but bayonets!

In the late Qing Dynasty, from the Opium War to the Boxer Rebellion, the Qing army was often defeated in the face of the bayonet charge launched by the British, Japanese and Eight-Nation Alliance. According to the memories of soldiers from various countries in those years. When they fought against the Qing army, they often only had to wait until the soldiers of the Qing army had finished shooting the bullets in their hands, and then they could basically launch a wave of bayonet charges, and then they could easily defeat the Qing army. Because, when the Qing army faced the bright bayonets, it had already lost the courage to fight.

Dare to see red with a bayonet!

This is Zhu Guoqiang's minimum requirement for the Pingyu Army!

In fact, this dare is to die! It is the column knocks on the battlefield regardless of the cost and casualties, just like the Iron Man Army, even if they have no armor on their bodies, but they have armor in their hearts, as long as they have that courage, they can rampage on the battlefield like the Iron Man Army and defeat all the enemies.

At the end of the battle, Zhu Guoqiang rode his mount, a fiery red Don hippopotamus, which he had brought from the other side, and according to his vision, the future military horse breeding path should result in a horse similar to him.

Finally, at the end of the battle, Zhu Guoqiang returned to the tent of the Chinese army quite satisfied, and a marching army in the combat department joined the army - the army of the general's mansion was divided into two kinds, one was to join the army, that is, the staff, and the other was to march in the army, that is, the military staff officer. Their role is similar to that of the staff officers of later generations to assist the commander-in-chief in formulating battle plans and participating in battles, of course, they are also in a sense of supervising the army, but when enforcing military discipline, they need to cooperate with the army. Sometimes the prison doesn't necessarily need to be as obvious. It can be tactful.

"The troops in front captured Hunta...... Like, only one of them was captured alive. ”

Even though my body is very tired, I want to take a break. But after Zhu Guoqiang heard this report, his whole person suddenly became excited, and immediately said loudly:

"Bring it right away! Right away! ”

It's not easy to have a captive!

"On the way, I'll be there right away!"

The army replied.

Half an hour later, a captive was brought before him.

Hunta's stout figure is about forty years old. The face full of gunsmoke, the eyes were full of fear, he knelt on the ground, and he didn't even dare to breathe, as Jue Luo, he didn't want to be loyal to his master, but when he really faced death, he was afraid, he didn't have no resistance, not without fighting, and even now, he still had the knife wound of the Ming army's bayonet, and he was like everyone else, desperately trying to repel the Ming army, but these Ming troops were like they didn't want to die, and they killed them with bayonets, even if they were born Jurchen, they were not necessarily as strong as them, That kind of fighting regardless of life and death really frightened Hunta, and even in the end, after his thigh was pierced by a bayonet, he shouted "I'm Hunta, don't kill me".

Indeed, he lived!

With these words, he survived.

After taking the initiative to survive, the other people around him also gave up resistance, since the masters have surrendered, then what else do they have to support?

But what happened next?

Chopped!

Even now, the words of the Ming army still kept coming to his mind, and at the sound of an order, the heads of hundreds of people were cut off one by one.

They pulled the braids of the minions, regardless of the crying and begging for mercy, and directly cut off their heads, even if those people knelt on the ground and cried that they were Han Chinese, but in exchange for a knife in the head.

"Since you are Han, why do you want to sell your ancestors for glory and be a traitor!"

Blood...... That's a river of blood!

In fact, for Hunta, who has been on the campaign for more than ten years, he has not seen such a scene, whether it was when Liaodong defeated the Ming army, or when he robbed and killed the Ming people in Liaodong, but at that time, he was a man with a knife, and now, he is a fish and meat kneeling here......

I, I'm Jue Luo, no matter what, I'm a character, anyway, you have to give me a way to live.

Lowering his head and looking at the ground, Hunta's body trembled incessantly, and he kept begging for mercy.

"Ask the general to spare his life. The villain is willing to want to fall. ”

Staring at the Hun Pagoda on his knees, Zhu Guoqiang looked at him like this, and then he sneered.

"He's just a captive......"

The hand was raised, and then the handle of the knife was gently touched.

"Why keep the captives!"

As he spoke, Zhu Guoqiang drew his knife and slashed it, and the moment his hand raised the knife and fell, blood splattered and his head rolled to the ground.

Then Zhu Guoqiang used his somewhat hoarse voice:

"Tell the order to go down, this battle ...... No prisoners will be spared! ”

……

Why do you have to take prisoners?

There is no shortage of slaves in the Ming Dynasty, and around the Ming Dynasty, there are people who are willing to be the slaves of the Ming Dynasty. As for these people, they must have the blood of the Ming people on their hands.

Blood debt and blood repayment, this is the least justice in the world, if you can't even do this, what justice can there be?

No prisoners will be spared!

Before that, when he was in Weiyuan Fort, he had already told Huang Taiji. Told him, what fate awaits them? Now that you have made a promise, you must keep it.

Without faith, man does not stand.

sneered, and sat on the ground with the bloody head of the flesh and blood. Zhu Guoqiang smiled.

"You are also honored enough, after all, it was the master who cut off your head with my own hands, this is the incense you burned in your last life."

Yes, it is someone else's honor to cut off someone else's head.

Where does this make sense? But who cares if there is a place to reason. It's just a dead man.

"Lord Shizi, if you don't leave prisoners like this, then when we attack the city next, those Jiannu will definitely resist desperately, after all, no matter what, it's a dead end, and they will ...... when the time comes."

Without waiting for Mei Chun to finish speaking, Zhu Guoqiang laughed and laughed.

"I'm really not afraid of their desperate resistance! If they do, it's what I want, and I'll kill them all. ”

In addition to laughing, he added:

"Dolgon should get the news now, Mei Chun, do you think he will return to the teacher?"